Monthly Archives: January 2014

This fragile heart resting in the hands of a wounded angel
Perishing to Earth to a fiery reality
Falling from grace, this child exiled from a land of innocence by the temptation of love, the lust for community, the longing to be touched

Forbidden by the maker to trespass on her milky white skin
She remained without the touch of another, soon to be betrayed

Now time has passed,
The wind has chafed
Touched in places never to be spoken
So taboo, she is blinded by the blank stare of rejection

Abused by words, by actions
Tossed to the ground by the wicked minds of gluttony

Like rain in the desert, she chases the dream of the imagination; yet only a dream

Yearns for a warm embrace for all eternity
It is rumor started by the servants of the devil manifested by beauty only found on the outside of soulless fools

Now the darkness sets in
The fields scattered with broken hearts and fallen leaves

I should have told you that night
Under the sky
Beneath the pale moonlight
I hid behind the words
Behind the cold rain

I hinted with a kiss
Yet did not provide the answer you sought

I should have opened my heart and bled out the passion I felt inside

It fleeted away as you drove into the darkness

The speech still being recited over and over in infinite repeat

You are the one that heals my pain
The one that brings hope to my dreams
Brightens the dimly lit path of my future

You were sent to me by a force greater than I

I drink your lust
I cradle your humble comfort
I draw warmth from the kindness you wear so well

We dreamed together one night
Two minds lost in a surreal sea, together lost on this boat
Our minds found their way to each other
Fantasy met reality and we willed ourselves to a land of wonder and destiny

That night
That one fated night

We knew of a love so powerful we could not speak of it
We experienced a force so fierce, our fear held us back
We were comforted to an absolute peace

I should have told you
Not once
Not twice
But every moment you breathe this Earth

I should have told you

She is the blessing the prophets penned
The tranquility where life and death meet

Wherever I go, the scars remain
Embedded and tainted on this porcelain skin, rejected by time

These scars run deep, poisoning my blood and infecting my body
Each one a permanent reminder of the remnants of a battleground
Perished and torn
Defeated and reborn

These scars are dirty because they remind us of the purity of birth that is destroyed with the first breath of life

The celebration of life begins the countdown of the decaying path towards the gate of death

These scars remain on this war torn skin
I try to hide them as I press my eyes closed, but I still feel them
Each and every one

She lies next to me, touching them with her gentle fingers
I look away, crying
With tears so dry, she will never know
She will never open the door to the torture I have locked up inside

She wants to feel my scars inside of her
To know the story
To experience the mental longing I feel

The scars tell a story
Each one poignant and sad
The pages turn; the scar remains

Forever
A permanent tattoo not welcomed
Not invited
Not leaving

The screaming inside my mind is so loud
With a sharp edge I cut away these scars
Blood flowing over
Cleansing away the imperfection with life’s fluid
Dripping off my body
My vision lacks clarity, but I am free